We go into the office with my mother and make a gift for the apartment. I am an uncle of 102 kg, height of 183, not a gift.
Woman at the table: So here are Ivanova Anna Petrovna, Ivanov Sergey Nikolaevich...
I: Yes
A woman putting some (not important) paper on the table: Who of you Anna Petrovna, sign...

...I approached and took the pen – I was offended, screaming...

Children, remember, “coffee” and “whisky” are “he.” “It’s shit and the Ministry of Education!

The neighbor separated from the man, sad. They dropped the products with her. She went to the common kitchen to prepare a salad with crab sticks. I am hungry and my stomach is swallowing.
It takes 30 minutes, an hour. No one asks me to eat. I go to the kitchen, annoyed, well, why can you cook there so long?
And she put his name out of crab sticks, standing out of corn grains now laying around the flower and crying.

I watched two films with Bruce Willis. Both films were recently released. In both, Bruce is a positive hero (who would doubt). In both pictures, epic battles with all sorts of fucking people take place in the same workshop, on the same site. Even the graffiti on the walls are the same. Hollywood is dressed.

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On the birthday of a neighbor in my girlfriend's dormitory (the girlfriend herself, Nastya, is absent):
We prepare meals, friends (p) and name (s):
Oh, what a beautiful bowl! Their own?
and – no, Nostin (
Serving the table:
What beautiful plates! Their own?
And no, the cold...
At the end of the evening, everyone divides, I hear the end of my ear about myself:
What a good guy, careful, caring, educated!!! Their own?
and – No, Nathan... = ((

She made meat in French. He made an entirety. We forget that we have it. So the meat was in the oven of the plate for about a week until, naturally, the smell did not guess and remember. The whole family had the flu and no one smelled it.
My wife tells me: I open the oven, and there is a mold of three centimeters. I ask, did he not talk to you? Almost yes, my wife replied. I remembered the picture from People in Black 2 and imagined – you open the oven, and you from there – Be Famous, Jay. Congratulations to Jay!

The man-eaters spoke 30 words. Modern girls in social networks have gone further: they have 5 words to communicate: clear, understandable, mmm, well, and norms.